Celebrity Mishap (Harry Styles Fan Fic) *Hiatus*

Chapter Two

*Another filler, sorry, buuuuuuuuut the next chapter will be LOTS better, I promise. That's when things go down. Sort of.*

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I toss my cap and gown into the corner of my room, smiling at myself. High school is officialy over. I took a deep breath and glanced over at my open suitcase, waiting to be crammed full of crap that will become wrinkled over time anyway. Hopefully the hotel has an iron..

I looked at the suitcase once more before heading over to my closet. I leave tomorrow and to be honest, I wasn't ready in the slightest. Grabbing 8 shirts and a dress ( you never know when you need extras), I headed over to my dresser. Just as I was clutching the handle, I heard a soft knock at the door.

"Congrats, pumpkin. I'm so proud of you!" I hear my dad say as his arms try to pull me into a hug. I quickly slipped out of it. He knows how I am with affection and touchy feely stuff. It makes me uncomfortable.

"Thanks, dad." I say. "I didn't see you at the ceremony. Where were you?" I ask, my tone flat. My dad loves me and there's no doubt about it. I just hate that he cares more about earning this family money and getting promotions than spending actual quality time with his only child. Well, his only biological child.

"I'm sorry, honey. I lost time and before I knew it, your ceremony was already over. I wish I could've been there, but I just had a lot of paperwork and.."

"It's fine." I say, cutting him off. "It's not like I have another high school graduation,but at least I'll have a college one. Just don't miss that one." I walked over to my vanity, plucking off some bottles of hairspray and hair clips, making sure I left out one hair band for tomorrow's flight.

He sighs, dragging it out in frustration. "Mallory said she took a bunch of pictures and that you looked great. Anyway," he says, dropping the subject, "how about we go out for dinner tonight. I haven't been home much lately and I'm sure Mal could use a break from cooking you girls dinner. It'll be great. Consider it to be a graduation present. Just you, me, Mallory, and Penny. How does that sound?" He asks, looking at me with hope.

The last thing I want to do is sit at some fancy restaurant with my dad and his other family. "Um, I'll have to pass. Mom already called dibbs on taking me out. You can guys can go and have fun though. Also, I'm staying the night with Libby tonight anyway. You know how early we have to be up in the morning. Thanks anyway." I say, turning my back on him and filling up my suitcase. I hear him sigh once again and his feet walking down the stairs is what I hear a moment later. It took about an hour to fill up my suitcase, folding everything precisely and trying to prevent as many wrinkles from occuring as possible. Just as I had finished up packing my toiletries, my phone buzzed.

"Hey, mom!" I yell into the phone. I haven't seen my mom in so long and I honestly can't wait to talk to her in the flesh tonight.

"Hi, baby! I'm just pulling up outside, so I'll see you in a minute?" The phone goes dead and I quickly zip up my suitcase and drag it down the stairs, barely yelling out goodbye to my dad and step-family.

I greeted my mom with a hug and we soon zipped through town and into a Dairy Queen. I had told her getting me a fancy dinner wasn't necessary, considering how much gas costs nowadays. She lived all the way in Los Angeles and I know she doesn't need to spend more than necessary to get here.

"How's the skank?" my mom asks, digging into her blizzard. I chuckle uneasily, knowing that Mallory was a touchy subject with my mom. Ever since my dad cheated on my mom for 3 years with her, she's barely been able to speak about Mallory without blowing a blood vessel.

"Trying too hard to be my mom. I mean, I should appreciate it and all, but maybe she should focus more on her daughter, who gets drunk more than an actual 21 year old." I say, chewing on my waffle cone.

"Ahh, wouldn't that be a miracle. Mallory actually solving a problem other than creating one." She says, chuckling in annoyance.

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"Wake the eff up, Rachel. Our flight leaves in two hours!" Libby yells in my ear. My eyes roll open, staring in annoycane up at my best friend.

"For God's sakes, Libby, could you keep it down to a dull roar?" I climb out of her bed and pad over to my pile of clothes set out for today. I slide on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before noticing that Libby was all dressed up. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and she was wearing a skirt with a dressy shirt. I laughed in disbelief. "What are you wearing?"

"What, I can't look nice?" She asks, smiling as I pull my hair back into a bun.

"We're going on a 7 hour flight, Libby. You really think a skirt and a nice shirt is going to be comfortable? You're psychotic." I say, rolling over my suitcase and carry on towards the door.

"Well, what if we meet someone famous or someone cute? I can't be looking like I've just rolled out of bed, no offense."

"None taken, let's just go before we're late to board this flight." I say and she agrees, grabbing her suitcase and carry on as she bounces up and down.

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"Oh my GOD, can you believe we're finally here?!" Libby cheers, jumping up and down. She grabs my arm and pulls me towards the baggage claim.

Being half-asleep and being tugged everywhere by a very awake, very ecstatic Libby wasn't what I had in mind for my first day in Florida, but I couldn't complain. I was excited too, I was just too exhausted to show it.

She chucked my suitcase and her suitcase off the conveyor belt and grabbed my arm once again, pulling me towards the front desk. We had agreed to both pitch in to get a rental car and at the moment, I figured it'd be a great idea if I wasn't the one driving. But Libby insisted I drived first because I was a few months older than her and she used the excuse that I have "more experience".

She doesn't know that I know she only wanted me to drive so that she could hang out the window the whole ride, but I know. Oh, I know.

We get to our hotel and the minute I take one look at my bed, I know that it will be difficult for me to ever really leave this room. It was beautiful. We even had a balcony that hangs just over the pool about 4 stories up from the ground.

"Oh my goodness! Let's go down to the pool and then go shopping! Oooh, we could go clubbing later tonight! AH, this is so much fun!" Libby gushes, jumping on the bed, messing up the blankets and making me cringe. People jumping on the bed has always been a pet peeve of mine.

"Oh, I have an idea! How about we stay in for tonight and do all that crap tomorrow night!" I suggest, grinning at her shocked face. You'd think I'd just said that she'd need to be put in the electric chair.

"You are such a party pooper, Rach! Can we at least go down to the pool, pleeeeease?" She plopped down to her knees on her bed and clasped both on her hands together. Her lip was also jutting out in a pout.

I groaned, giving in. "Fiiiine. But that's all we're doing tonight, I've got a feeling I'm going to have serious jet lag."

She jumped off the bed, squealing. "Yes!" She ran to her suitcase that was sitting by the balcony doors and grabbed her swimsuit, yanking it out along with a bunch of other clothes. I cringed again. "But we're going clubbing tomorrow night, whether you like it or not." She said before running to the bathroom.